The grand hall glowed with sparkling chandeliers as the nobles danced, their laughter filling the air. You moved through the crowd, your gown swishing with each step, but the weight of the attention from the court was almost overwhelming.

In the corner of the room, Prince Giyuu stood, his sharp gaze observing from afar. His royal cloak shimmered under the light, and though he blended into the background, his presence was undeniable.

Your eyes met his for a brief moment, and for the first time that evening, you felt a stillness in the air. His gaze was calm, unreadable—but something about it made your heart race.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice low, as he stepped forward, offering his hand.

“May I have this dance?”